by Amy Brent
“Yes, but you did give me the baby and the room, so just stand still and put this on.” She walked around behind me and put the bandana around my eyes before I could protest.
Her little baby bump bumped against me as she tied the thing on. “Can you see?”
“No, not a thing. I hope you’re a good guide or you’re going to be a widow once I hit the stairs.” I knew I’d make it up okay and she gave a little giggle as she grabbed my hand.
“Watch your step, Whitt. We’re at the stairs.” I carefully took each step slowly and wondered why she couldn’t have blindfolded me on the landing. “Just a little more.”
“I wasn’t aware there were so many steps. This is taking forever.”
“Patience is a virtue. Besides, you’re going to be excited, and I want to see the look on your face.” She stopped me on the landing and turned me around pointing me toward the nursery.
“Now turn.” I heard a soft sound of the door opening, and her cool fingers brushed against my blindfold and pulled it down.
The room was painted a soft blue with gray accents and a touch of green. On the dresser, there was a big blue cake and sign with balloons that read: It’s a boy! My eyes stung with tears which I quickly wiped away.
“A boy?” Somehow, she’d found out.
“I went ahead and asked after the ultrasound when you went to bring the car around. I thought I’d seen his sex, and sure enough, I had. I wanted it to be a surprise for you, so I hope you’re not angry I kept it a secret.”
“Not at all. I can’t believe I’m really going to have a son! Lila’s going to be so excited. She doesn’t know yet, does she?” My daughter was due three days before Gemma, and she had found out she was having a little girl.”
“One of each, Daddy. I knew you’d be excited.”
“What’s not to be excited about? And the room; Gemma, it’s amazing. You really knocked it out of the park. The resort is coming along, and now we just have to finish Lila’s suite. You’re an impressive woman, Gemma.”
She was too, and as my chest swelled with pride, but cock hardened and suddenly, I knew I had to be inside her.
Her features had softened with the extra weight of carrying the baby, and she looked beautiful, dressed in a shirt that hugged her baby bump and displayed it proudly, along with her breasts which had grown two sizes and were looking so ripe and engorged, that I wanted to suck and fuck them.
As she walked across the room and dipped her finger into the icing on the cake, I stepped up behind her and placed my hands on her hips. I reached around rubbing her tight, round belly as she turned and put the taste of icing in my mouth and kissed me. The sweet icing was nothing compared to the taste of her and as she pressed against me, her finger still in my mouth, I cupped her breasts and brought one of her hard nipples to my mouth.
She sucked in a breath, and I kneaded as I sucked and she reached down and stroked my cock. I tasted a bit of her milk in my mouth, and the new development was a surprise too. I pulled away, and her nipple dripped, a long stream of rich nourishment trailed down across her breasts.
I quickly licked it away as she stared in awe. “I knew I was sore, but I didn’t know that had happened.” Her cheeks stained with blush, and she pulled away as if embarrassed, but I pulled her close and leaned forward to lick the trail of milk. She threw her head back as I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked, pulling a nice stream of the heady liquid into my mouth, and swallowed.
“It makes me tingle.” She reached down between her legs and found my hand already headed that way. I parted her folds and slipped my finger between them, and she cried out. I rubbed and worked her as I switched to the other breast and pulled it into my mouth. It wasn’t as eager to produce, so I stepped back. “Undress.”
“In here?” She gave me a questioning look, and I nodded.
“I’m going to take you right here to celebrate this room.”
She undressed and walked to the small couch that she’d had put in in case she wanted to lounge and read while the baby slept. It was a welcome addition as she sat down and spread her legs. Her pussy was glistening with nectar as the single nipple had a bead of thick milk ready to fall.
I wasn’t going to let that happen. I slipped down my pants, and my cock swung proudly from my hips, its own weeping tear at the tip.
I knelt down and nudged myself between her legs, spreading my tear across her clit and then slipping inside her to run deep. I cupped her leaking breasts and kneaded it beneath my fingers.
She moaned out and ground up against me. “It feels so good when you do that while you’re inside me.” She gripped my ass with her ankles and then pulled me close as she shuddered around my cock, spilling hot juices until I was splashing inside of her.
“Feels so good; please don’t stop.” I kneaded the other breasts and a pale, milky bead formed, and I turned my mouth to it, licking her tight nipple.
“Suck it, please, Whitt.” She ran her fingers through my hair as I took it into my mouth and pulled hard, and her plump tit exploded into my mouth with a stream of warm milk.
Her other breast leaked a little without attention as I fucked her pussy harder, angling my tip toward her g-spot to make her come apart around me once me.
“We're going to make a mess in here.” I lifted her up, still balanced on my cock, and we fucked as I walked her down the hall and to our master bathroom where I brought her into the walk-in shower. The jets came on to the perfect temperature, and the warm spray hit her breasts causing them to weep more.
“Is it ever going to stop?” She glanced down. “What does it taste like?”
“Taste it.” I pushed her breast up and centered her nipple at her mouth. She darted her tongue to lick the milk and closed her eyes.
“It’s not bad.” She smiled. “The baby will be very happy.” I slow fucked her as we talked, grinding my hips hard.
“I’ll be happy. I think it’s fucking hot.”
“I like it when you taste all of me.” She pulled her nipple into her mouth and watching her had me so worked up, that I took her other breast and squeezed it, closing my mouth and pulling hard as I came deep inside of her.
I stayed in her for a while and knew when I pulled away her little pussy would be dripping as much as her perky tits. “Are you happy, Whitt?” She gave me a smile, and I knew she knew the answer.
“Truly.” I rubbed her belly and felt my son kick. He was a strong one, moving around so much that she often complained that her little rib cage was sore. “He’s moving a lot.”
“Yeah, he knows Daddy’s stealing his milk.”
“I’m just making sure the taps work. He’ll have plenty of milk, trust me. And I think you were lapping at it a bit too.”
“I had to see how it tastes. I read that a mother should taste everything that she feeds to her children.”
“Oh, so clinical.” I slipped out of her, and sure enough, I glanced down to see a thick trail of my release down her thigh and a few other drips falling from her middle.
She moaned and leaned forward, laying against me and then she rubbed my spent cock until it began to harden a little more. She dropped to her knees and stroked it, looking up into my eyes. “All this talk about tasting has me famished.” She closed her mouth around my half-aroused cock and sucked it hard. It swelled and filled her throat, and growing harder still with each bob of her head.
Her hand went down below her protruding belly, and though I couldn’t see, I knew the exact moment her hand was on her clit, stimulating her so much, her eyes closed.
“No hands, baby. Let me fuck that pretty throat.” She put her hand up on her head lacing her fingers, and I held her wrists and thrust my cock deeper, causing her to choke a little. She smiled as her watery eyes fluttered and I pushed through her spasms relentlessly.
She was spent by the time I was finished, and I came so far down her throat, she probably couldn’t taste it.
I scooped her up steadying her on her wobbly legs and
then pulled a towel around her, drying her to keep her warm.
“I’m so sleepy, Whitt.”
“I’ve taken a lot from you,” I said, looking down to her nipples which had stopped leaking.
“Hold me?”
“Always, baby.” I put my arm around her waist and walked her to the bed and tucked her in beside me, cradling my two babies close. I planted a kiss on her shoulder and soon her eyes closed and she drifted to sleep.
My hand on her stomach rose as my son kicked, and I patted the space to soothe him too. “Take it easy on your mother, son; she needs her rest.”
My blood pumped as pride bloomed through me. I had a son on the way. A big bouncing baby boy and now my life was complete. I’d raised a beautiful, strong daughter, and though it wasn’t easy at times, I’d never change a thing. Now I’d get the honor of a son, and I’d raise him to be a strong young man. My future seemed more promising than ever, and it was strange that it wasn’t money or success that had given me the feeling, it was love.
“Happy birthday, baby.” I kissed her hair and snuggled her closer wondering how I ever got so lucky to have someone as beautiful as her. She was my whole world.
Bonus Chapter
Gemma
My morning had been the strangest I’d had in a long time, and that’s because I never expected to walk in on Lila and Daniel having sex. The worst part was that I’d not only walked in on the most opportune time, but I had made eye contact with them both before apologizing and heading back downstairs.
I’d spent the day not only remembering Daniel’s cock but what he was doing with it. So, I tried my best not to make eye contact again.
“I’ll call you,” said Lila to her father. “I’ll call you too.” She gave me another apologetic look and then hugged me as she and Daniel headed out the door.
“I’ll miss you, and I’m sorry.” I brushed her hair back, and she cut a nervous glance toward her father and hurried out and to her car.
“Was it me or was that awkward? Makes me wonder what Daniel’s up to. And what’s with that I’m sorry business. Did you two girls have a fight or something?” Whitt was grasping at straws, and even though he’d had a good heart to heart with Daniel, I knew that it would all take some getting used to.
The happy couple had come to visit, and while Lila and I went searching for maternity clothes, Daniel and Whitt had gone golfing. They had plenty of things in common too, and I think the weekend had gone better than he’d expected.
“You’re looking for reasons to not like him. He’s good guy.” I felt the blush rise to my cheeks.
“What’s that about? You seem a little frazzled; have all day.”
“I am not frazzled; I’m just—
“Not telling me everything. What’s going on, Gemma?” His voice was steeped with concern as he put his hand on my arm. “Is it the baby? Lila’s?
“No, now don’t start overreacting, it’s really nothing. I had an embarrassing moment, and I’d rather not discuss it.” I couldn’t discuss it, not with him. Not when it had to do with his own daughter and her sexual appetites.
“Tell me, Gemma.” He pointed at the door. “They were here a short weekend, and you’re already keeping secrets for her. I want to know what happened.”
I gave him a sympathetic look. “No, Whitt. You don’t want to know. Trust me.” I gave him a wide glare, and his mouth dropped open.
“In my house?” He looked to the door as a muscle in his jaw feathered, and his nostrils flared. “You’d think that dirty bastard would keep his hands off my little girl for two fucking days.”
“I told you, you don’t want to know.” He turned back to me and narrowed his eyes.
“She told you about it?”
“I saw it.” I knew that was going to get a response.
“It!” He stepped closer.
“Yes, it. Daniel’s manhood.” My face reddened.
“How’d that happen?” He crossed his arms.
“On accident. I went up to the suite, and they were in Lila’s room. She was kneeling, and he was—
“I don’t want to know.”
“No, you don’t.” He also didn’t want to hear that I’d walked in right in time for the money shot or that Daniel’s cock had been tied up and so had Lila.
“Do you two talk about us?”
“We have.” I shrugged.
“Our sex life?” He put his hands on his head and glared at me. “What would you tell her? She’s my kid.”
“Everything. I told her how big you are. How good you feel in me. The way you taste.” I was lying out my ass. His eyes were as wide as saucers, and then he suddenly narrowed them as he realized I was kidding.
“You’re not funny. You can’t tell her about it. And you let her know I don’t want that pervert pawing at her when she’s home.”
“She’s pregnant, Whitt. Not only that, but we did it while they were here.” I raised a brow and stepped closer, wrapping my arms around him. The sex we’d had the night before had been soft and sweet as we tried to be as quiet as possible.
He scratched his stubbly chin. “Still. They’re guests, and we weren’t doing it behind doors with no locks.”
“I guess they assumed we’d knock.” I shrugged.
“I don’t knock in my own house, and she knows it. She’s lucky I didn’t walk in and see that. I would have lost my shit.” If he only knew.
Lila had told me all about her and Daniel and how they loved adding kink to their sexual experience. From what she’d told me, I’d only seen a small part of the things they liked. But that was all before I’d started seeing her father.
Now when the topic of sex came up, she’d turn red and change it immediately and I’d never tell her a thing about Whitt and me.
“Let’s change the subject, please. Did you two girls get much accomplished?”
I shook my head. “Well, we both realized we have a way to go before we need some things, so we’re planning another trip once we start showing more.”
“So, the damage was minimal?” He’d give us an allowance and even though we hadn’t bought the maternity clothes, we’d still went over.
“Not exactly. We had lunch, visited a spa, had ice cream and then went shopping for clothes that fit us now.” Just the thought of the ice cream had my mouth watering for more. Good thing I’d bought a gallon. I had a date with a spoon already mapped out in my mind.
“Gemma.” He gave me a disapproving stare. “I gave you control of the card for a reason. Lila spends too much money on things she doesn’t need.”
“Well, we went to this cute little lingerie shop, and I found something I thought you might like.”
“Go upstairs and put it on. Meet me by the pool.” He popped me on the ass, and I felt the heat blossoming all through my core as I turned and headed upstairs. I’d been eager to show him my new baby doll all day, and I hoped he’d like it.
Thankfully, the house staff was away, and there would be no prying eyes on me. I was a tad uncomfortable in my skin with the new little bump that had formed at my belly, but the baby doll cut was perfect for hiding it.
I walked downstairs and went outside just as the last ray of sun went down below the horizon. Whitt was lounging in his shorts by the pool; his legs dipped in the water up to his knees. He turned and smiled. “You look beautiful, Gemma. My little baby doll.”
“Yes, I remembered how much you like them.”
“I do, but I want you to take it off and lay it across the chair.” He gestured to the chair a few feet away, and I untied my straps and let the soft fabric fall to the ground.
The night wind tickled my mound, and he stretched out his hand and curled a finger to come forward. I hurried across to be near him, and he took my hand, helping me down the steps beside him into the water.
“It’s so cold.” My nipples hardened, and they were still so very sensitive from the pregnancy.
“You’ll warm up. I want you to come over and suck my cock.” I looke
d up, and he had his cock pulled out of his shorts, it’s tight veiny flesh pumping in his hand.
“Yes, Mr. Porter.” I smiled wide and eased across the water to take him into my mouth. I had to rest my arms out of the pool, but I managed to hold myself up and work him all the way down to the base of his thick erection.
“Give my sac some attention, baby. It’s aching so bad for you. It has been all day. Being quiet last night was a torture.”
“Mm.” I looked up into his eyes as he put his hand on my head.
“Did you like what you saw, Gemma?”
I searched his eyes not sure if he meant what I thought he meant. There was no way he wanted to talk about Daniel. I shook my head and lifted a shoulder while steady sucking him.
“It’s okay to tell me, Gemma. I know you couldn’t help but see. It’s like that time when you were younger. Such a nosey little girl in the most opportune moments. Tell me if you thought it was impressive.”
I was afraid of how to answer, not wanting to make him angry and not wanting to hurt him.
“Tell me. I want to know while you’re sucking me. I want you to think about what you saw.” I got an image in my head of Daniel standing there. I’d blocked Lila out, knowing it was too much to imagine; too taboo. But Daniel, he wasn’t even family yet. I thought of his thick, muscular thighs and his swollen cock which he worked with an angry look on his face as he beat it hard and come shot out. I’d seen it all, but I couldn’t tell him. “Did it make you hot, baby?”
